Her breath rasped in her throat as she looked at him. “Promise me nothing has changed,” she whispered. Slowly, she bent just enough to kiss him, seeking the passion from their few days together. She wanted the man she remembered from their first time together, who pressed her into a wall and carried her to the bed and undressed her like a precious gift.
“Nothing beyond the scenery, no,” he breathed out hoarsely and eyed her hopefully, wondering if this was leading where he was expecting it to, arching up into the kiss as he ran his hands up and down her sides. “You have no idea how much I missed you, Summer. In every single way…how much I ached for you to return to me…”
His words made her press herself closer, kissing him harder. “Show me,” she murmured, between kisses, “prove with me how much … ” She bit at his lip, gasping in ragged breaths between each collision of their mouths.
Derek was just walking by when Summer’s body pressed into his, going back against the wall with a confused expression. He was surprised by the kiss, though he could smell her attraction to him sometimes, it’s not like there wasn’t some toward her either. He just didn’t expect that. Though it didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy it. He watched her walk a few steps before striding out and catching her wrist gently, pulling her back and spinning her, kissing her again.
She wasn’t aware of anything beyond his fingers, touching and teasing. She moaned, soft and low and desperate, and rocked her hips, fingers clutching at the sheets or at his skin or his hair. Losing control over her gift, she pushed her pleasure at him in fits and spurts, accidentally imposing her desire on him briefly.
Derek kept feeling strange sensations, almost like he was feeling pleasure from somewhere besides himself. It took him a moment to realize but that was exactly what it was. Surges of her pleasure kept shooting through him, making his cock throb. He moaned and shuddered at half of them, but kept his composure to stay focused on her. Slowly he let one finger straighten out and begin to gently press forward, into her.
Her mouth shaped his name, soundlessly, the first time she’d ever tried to speak with him. Eyes closed, her whole body arched and twisted in his hands, sparks seeming to race across her skin. The intensity of the sensation overwhelmed her in a way that nothing in her short memory had done before. Almost looking for something to distract her, she hooked a hand behind Derek’s head, trying to kiss him again.
The empath shivered under Isaac’s mouth. “That spot hasn’t changed,” he murmured. “Do that again and I’m not responsible for the consequences.”
“You do realise that that just encourages me, right?” Isaac laughed into his skin and pressed another kiss there, locking his arms around his boyfriend’s waist.
“We didn’t change the sheets yet,” he said reluctantly, head tipping back to bare more of his throat to the werewolf. But Isaac’s mouth against his skin overwhelmed his reservations, like usual, and he closed his eyes to whisper, “don’t stop.”
Pushing her trencher aside, she rose to her feet, never looking away from him. The silence was broken only by the sounds of the fire and the rustle of her dress. She came and leaned over him in his chair, hands cupping his face in the firelight. Softly, she traced the curve of his lower lip with a thumb.
Isaac’s breath hitched, his eyes widening just a little as they followed her movements with an unwavering gaze, head tilting slightly to the side as she walked across the room. Angling his neck back, he pushed his face into her hands and smiled tenderly, parting his lips to press another kiss to the tip of her thumb.
Her breath rasped in her throat as she looked at him. “Promise me nothing has changed,” she whispered. Slowly, she bent just enough to kiss him, seeking the passion from their few days together. She wanted the man she remembered from their first time together, who pressed her into a wall and carried her to the bed and undressed her like a precious gift.
